Spring Song: Rebuilding the Han, All Worlds Return to One
Vast lands stretch for thousands of miles, beacons blaze, and iron hearts still burn with pride;
Across the Central Plains, heroes vie for power; from Jiangnan to the northern frontier, the people wander in turmoil;
Divine beams descend upon the world, as if to shoulder the burden of heaven and earth anew;
Looking back, I lament an impasse a thousand years in the making, with internal strife surging like a tide;
How many dynasties have risen and fallen, all left to wither beneath a waning sun and cold moon?
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Today, a new storm rises over China;
Miners with iron bones forge swords by the furnace; benevolent doctors dispense medicine, and fertile fields yield abundance;
Skilled artisans build works and raise ladders to the heavens; mighty fleets sail like lions, roaming the galaxy;
Starships break through the realms and range across the sea of stars; the Han’s majesty surges forth, ruling the heavens;
Through a hundred battles, we will not shrink from blood staining our robes.
I raise my eyes and point to the boundless river of stars: all worlds return to one.
Spring of the Bingwu Year, Yan Zhao Xuanxingzi, inscription
